Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.